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That N***a
On Tour
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That N***a was released on September 30, 2013 by Oranj as a part of the album INNANETAPE
September 30, 2013
LabelOranj
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn me up, yeah
What do you do when your dreams really start to come true?
Yo
[Verse 1]
Every day can be a different state when you getting paid nightly
Let 'em throw salt, that's just the fire to my flame, that shit ignite me
Oh, don't you want an autograph? Give your daughter some
I still keep my team on my back 'cause that's where I started from
My **** know I got 'em if I ever got an obligation
I read between the lies, see through the lies inside the conversations
I been patient, I wrote this shit down in my mama basement
She just wanna retire, I just wanna tell her she can
Look back at her baby boy like, "Damn, that's one hell of a man"
Tell her friends at work, worth repeating and telling again
I'm yelling, "Yeah, hell yeah," I got my foot in they neck
They might as well compare me to myself, I'm as good as it gets
I think about my time with the band if I would've went back and did something different
Nah, I ain't trippin'
I'm full speed ahead, skrrt, watch I switch when I'm whippin'
They used to call me Vic, but now they just call me that ****
[Chorus]
Used to call me a fucking failure
I bet I'm looking familiar like, "Damn, he really that ****"
He did it
I bet your girl would be with it
She ain't used to know my name, now she just call me that **** (Yeah)
Now they just call me that ****
[PostChorus]
Matter fact, you could call me that ****
Nah, put my name in your phone, "That ****"
For real
[Verse 2]
That ****, been that **** forever, don't you remember?
Toured with Disclosure in January, I'll be gone 'til November
I told my girl I'll move to Cali when I ain't have to rent
I might put 50K into options to outdo ****' income
And y'all already know I wouldn't say it if I ain't really mean it
My dick tell 'em my name is big, bitch, I'm Willie Beamen
Beam me up, Scottie, I been thinking of heaven, I been dreamin'
With dreams may come true
Jermaine texts my line, I was drivin' down 69th
He said, "It's Cole," I'm like, "What? Who?"
"It's J. Cole, ****, I'm on tour and I want you"
So shouts to No I.D., fuck the bullshit
Between me and you, you know you my ****
And shit, now I'm that ****
It's for everything, Tunechi, Millie Mil, and Hit-Boy too
Trip, Dan, mom and dad, my fam
Natalie, you my uno, baby, you know I'm your one too
So you ain't gotta trip when bitches ask for a picture
They be like, "Wait, are you—"
[Chorus]
That **** (Yes, I am)
They told me that y'all be lonely, you know me, I got homies
I guess that I'm just that **** (Yes, I am)
Like I ain't work my ass off, had that cast on stage fresh out the hospital, my ****
Like anything is possible, my ****, yeah
They just call me that ****
You wanna know what, they just call me that **** (Yes, I am)
Woo, haha
[Outro]
Yo, shout out to everybody that believed up 'til this point
I feel like I'm on top of the fucking world right now, King Kong shit
I fell off a fucking bridge
I got electrocuted by like thirty thousand volts of electricity
I was in the hospital for three nights, then got on a flight to New York
To go meet with Atlantic Records the day I got out
I came back, I was on stage the day I got back with a cast on my arm, that's me
Save Money still alive
You know, it's like, nine months ago, I was in such a different place
I was in a fucking band and everything I had fell through the cracks right before my eyes
A lot of people probably didn't think I'd still be on my feet after that
But the only thing you can count on in this life is change
This shit is dedicated to my pops for all those last-minute flights
To Cody for putting up with all my shit and doing everything you ain't wanna do to make this shit come to life
To Natalie for believing in me when nobody else did
To Waxx and Ill America for helping me build the vision
To Cam and Peter CottonTale for making this shit a masterpiece
To Papi Beats for the late-night sessions
What's left to say? Haven't I said it all?
Did I sing enough songs for you?
Thank you, peace
Written by: Victor Mensah
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